Tuesday, March 6, 2012 23:00
If you feel strange using this revamped format, just join the gang! This is my first effort at adding a story. This is a short but memorable poem by William Allingham. Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond. A blue sky of Spring, White clouds on the wing: Ah, what a small thing To remember for years – To [...]
Sunday, February 19, 2012 12:43
This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Hugh Murphy poemsThis morning I attended Mass at St Catherine’s Dominican Church, said by Fr Tumelty of Dromalane. Yesterday I got Mass in Notre Dame, Paris and the day before at Sacre Coeur, Montmartre. Congregations dwindle everywhere.
Sunday, February 12, 2012 10:12
‘How are things about town?’ he asked, in a friendly way. One word borrowed another,
Saturday, February 4, 2012 12:31
My friend Matthew McGrath of Rostrevor has recorded a CD which includes a lovely song, his own composition, Spirit of the Village. This tells how he was personally affected on seeing the Deserted Village on the slopes of Slieve More in Achill Island.
Thursday, January 5, 2012 9:23
This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series FishersThe beach was crowded to extreme with men of valiant fame
Tuesday, January 3, 2012 12:27
This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series FishersThere were harsh times in Ireland in the middle of the nineteenth century – and harsher still to come, when in 1843 a great fishing disaster befell the communities along the Mourne shore. This popular ballad tells the tale.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011 14:22
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill
Thursday, November 10, 2011 20:22
The local primary schoolchildren of today (Annalong and Moneydarragh Primary schools) composed this musical tribute to Jamie Crawford, and those other Mourne men who perished in the construction of the Silent Valley reservoir.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011 14:16
We like to encourage local talent. Catherine McGrath, of Shore Road, Rostrevor has had the following short poem chosen for publication elsewhere. We wish her the best of luck. I’m sure many a lonely emigrant will shed a quiet tear reading her words!